Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

While I Am Away

There are things in this world I would rather not do.

Things in this world I would rather not say.

And yet I do them anyway.

And as I pay my dues and leave in debts,

you're left behind

         - I have left you behind.

And as the flower grows within you,

like a cancer,

you alone wheeze wails in our emptied room,

I am away, I am away,

I hear you not;

and it blooms out of your core,

leaves you deserted,

like I did.

You remain the earth

         it shall flourish on.

There are things in this world I would rather not do.

Things in this world I would rather not say.

And yet I do them anyway.